SELECTED POETRY
by
Ashok Chakravarthy
YOU ARE MY DAWN
How the dawn brings the light
How the light fill the whole heart
The most sought after dream
From childhood to youthful charm
Keep haunting the chambers dark
Leaving the blind, without a spark.
The bright sunrays pierce all corners
The warm moon light delight all viewers
But the wrecked childhood days
Weaken the living spirit, day after day
The fast approaching phase of youth
Still finds no one to shower some warmth.
In the pre-destined darkness, left to fate
No hand is offered as help, though aghast
Love is the dire need in this crisis hour
Showering faith on us is the only saviour
Hold our hand to share feelings for a day
Who�s there except you to show us a way.
Yes, you are the dawn to bring the light
Yes, you are the light to fill the dark hearts.
THORNY PRICKS
The rose
I chose
To pluck
Had struck
A chord
In heart
Of hearts.
The delight
The prospect
A rose possess
Is enormous
Yet,
Thoughts pricks
To pluck
And grab
The garb
Of beauty
In haste.
A thorn
Beneath hidden
Confiscate
Joy infinite,
Piercing,
Shattering
Joy�s source
In a course
To impart
The fact �.
�Where
Beauty is there
There lurks
Thorny pricks�
REFLECTIONS
The same shadows
A similar obsession
The warm babble
All disappear slowly
Into the dawn�s lap.
The stretching shadows
The lurking obsession
Again the warm babble
Slowly disappear again
Into the lap of dusk fall.
The different nights
Dark and moonlit
The different dawns
The different evenings
Display shades of life
At different times
Only to disappear.
We ought to learn
The art of living,
The art of sharing,
Loving and caring,
Attentive and aspiring;
From the raising sun
From the setting sun
Which everyday reflect
The reflections of life.
SEEKING LOVE FOR SURVIVAL
Everything is lost
Everything is wracked
One, though once a host
Now search for a fist of food
Seeking love for survival.
Grew midst every luxury
All of a sudden lost everyone
Swept away by nature�s fury
Now at our mercy, an orphan
Seeking love for survival.
Entire family wiped away
Excepting an age-old father
Destiny signs its wicked ways
Though alive, isolation matters
Seeking love for survival.
Ignored by the pitiless society
Rejected by their own dear ones
Dumped in solitude without mercy
The deaf-blind community moans
Seeking love for survival.
The loved one who had faith
Got snatched to heavens afar
Many at the gateway of death
None nearby now to take care
Yes, seeking love for survival.
SALUTATIONS
For a noble cause
For an universal cause
Lo warriors! You stake lives
On hearing humanitarian cries.
Your dedication to guide
And safeguarding universal pride
Balm our fear-filled souls wounded
While the enemy flees humiliated.
Holding aloft the flag triumphant
The life�s atom is risked to the last
With pain intolerable more than death
You display still the spirit of faith.
The faithful of all, mother earth
Salutes by awarding the honor of faith
Eyes thirsty, mist and tear-filled
For you, sacrifice seems unfulfilled.
SURGING THOUGHTS
Some lyrical thoughts
Fill my heart of hearts
But the emerging poem
Though sad is indeed a gem
Thus are the surging thoughts.
Some budding thoughts
Strike like a thunderbolt
Instead of showering flowers
They seek to unite true lovers
Thus are the surging thoughts.
Some heart-rending thoughts
Pierce from out of joy�s thirst
They provoke to provide succour
To the starving poor
Thus are the surging thoughts.
Some stirring thoughts
Drown the mood of angst
Instead of nasty apprehensions
They prompt making wise decisions
Thus are the surging thoughts.
Some pious thoughts
Sneak to douse the flames of lust
The devotional instinct
Is set for life�s enlightenment
Thus are the surging thoughts.
IN QUEST OF MERCY
A black shroud of silence
A blocked world in total
The deaf-blind community
Why are they looked upon
As a curse and burden, yes
Lord! Are they accursed?
To free the sufferers
From the caged destiny
Why no one is bent upon,
While impatiently
The turbulence is fought
In the darkest silence
Of unimaginable agony.
The deaf-blind journey of life
Devoid of any destination
If gets stuck in a woeful cell
Without emotional bondages;
The frontiers of shrinking life
Mercilessly pounce on them
With a vindictive attitude
On those mercilessly cornered
Midst the four persecute walls
Of misery, agony, fear and gloom.
Desperation drives them away
From humanity and human instinct
But they search you, O Almighty!
O Almighty! Let your divine intrusion
At least shower a ray of mercy
To enthrall them with a spark of hope.
� Ashok Chakravarthy
Reproduced with permission
